With Frank's abilities, killing the man could not have been easier.The reason he would hesitate must be because he had other ideas.Frank then nodded. "I can see that you're not like most killers… You're just something of a nut for martial arts! I dislike torturing people like you, so as long as you cooperate and change your ways, I can spare you!"The man smiled in wry amusement—was this not torture?Frank had already crushed the philosophy he worshiped for decades, and average Joes were no different from an ant against him."How should I cooperate?" he asked nonetheless, as his instincts screamed at him that he would be dead if he did not.Obsessing over martial arts? Becoming the world's greatest? Such ambitions were really pointless in this man's presence, because the only one that was relevant now was the primal instinct to survive!"Take me to your client.""Okay!" The driver did not dare to argue and promptly took Frank to the distance.-Meanwhile, at the penthouse s
Hando continued bragging, "It's not just the entire object that I control—I control what's inside too!"Waving his hand, he pulled a chunk of rebar from within the concrete walls!Frank's eyes lit up. "I never judge people from appearance, but I have to admit I've misjudged you here. After all, you could tear my head off from miles away if you so willed!""Smart!" Hando applauded him.Still, Frank was puzzled. "In that case, why send an assassin after me? Wouldn't it be better to do it yourself, so that you won't get caught?"Hando shook his head. "I thought so too, but decided that doing that would risk too much exposure. Soon, people won't be naive enough to think that my technique is pointless. As such, my idea was to stay in the shadows as much as I could. I wouldn't want anyone to find out about it unless absolutely necessary."Frank nodded. "That's a good idea, but have you considered the possibility that you're not feared?""By whom? You?"Hando tilted his head as he stu
Even before Frank's four fingers landed on the floor, and even before blood could shoot out off the joints, a blue flash flared.It caught the fingers, pulling them back to the joints and mended them. Even the bleeding stopped, as if nothing ever happened."What?!"Hando tilted his head, staring in disbelief.How could regeneration be possible? It was against the laws of science!Still, Hando was soon laughing bitterly. "How unlucky can I be? If I'd known, I wouldn't have tried anything against you ever!"He did not think that the trump card he prided himself with would be so completely crushed in more than three ways.So this was really why Mystic Sky Guild grew to such might, even reigning supreme in Shagan.Their leader had what it took!And knowing that his objective had been achieved, Frank asked, "So? Why did you want to kill me?"Hando chuckled bitterly. "To be honest, I'd really rather not say because it hurts more than dying by a thousand cuts right now."However,
Frank chuckled. "He's nothing special. There are plenty of people whose existence is condemnable."Alda smiled, nodding. "If you say so. I'm sure you'll wipe them out one day."Frank smiled but said nothing.-The next day, Frank and Faust met up with Zark.After shaking hands, Zark led Frank to a large mansion in the outskirts of Cronde. "I'm really surprised you came," Zark admitted. "You're really too nice."Frank chuckled. "Now that would rub me the wrong way. We had an agreement—how could I go back on my word?"Zark smiled and nodded.The trio then strode through the front hall to the back garden, where the rich and powerful were socializing.Zark was going to lead Frank straight toward them, but Frank shook his head. "Forget it. They'd start fighting if they knew I'm here, and that would be a mood killer."Understanding that Frank was humble and being there was already plenty, he nodded. He had Faust sit down with Frank in a quiet corner before heading off to socializ
Before Longram could speak, Haran answered, "What else would I say? I said he doesn't deserve his fame, and he attacked me because he couldn't hold it in."With this many people watching, Thalos could not possibly side with his son unreasonably.However, they could not just apologize to Creed either, or that would mean humiliation.As such, he suggested, "We're all martial artists, Chief White. So why don't we let the children duel and put this behind us once the dust settles?"Creed nodded, not one to suffer scorn. "How could I say no?"Soon, everyone formed a round, clearing a spot for Longram and Haran in an even fight.Frank stayed in his corner, munching on pop-corn as he watched from the distance.Faust chuckled. "I guess that's the composure of the strong. Anyone else would be craning their neck for a look."Frank smiled but said nothing—to be honest, there was nothing at all impressive about that duel, as it was no more than child's play.Pow!That was when there was
The Cumur clan famously incorporated a diverse range of style and techniques into their discipline, just like the opener Haran displayed.Naturally, it all banked on talent—even just a sliver of it would be able to realize its full potential, and Longram did not expect Haran to be a master of it!"You're just a maggot!" Haran smirked and stabbed his blades toward Longram's belly.Longram leapt out of the way once more and cast his own technique, shrouding himself in a golden radiance!Someone exclaimed, "That's the monks' famous Golden Shroud technique. So Skyhigh Sect really adopted it as the rumors claimed!""Really? Looks far more impressive than the original to me." Thalos smirked.Creed laughed. "You have no idea—when it comes to martial arts, any adaptation really wouldn't measure up to the pioneers' mastery!""Really? Can't say I agree!" Thalos said confidently.Meanwhile, Longram and Haran had traded over a dozen strikes.As Thalos had predicted, as Haran landed more
"Sign this to finalize your divorce if you have no further questions," the woman in a flowery dress said as she pushed a sheet of paper toward Frank Lawrence.They were seated at Lane Manor, and Frank's sharp brows furrowed as he stared at the divorce agreement before turning to the woman who was his mother in law, Gina Zonda. "What's this?"Gina folded her arms across her chest and said flatly, "Lane Holdings has just gone public—that means the gap between you and Helen are growing ever further apart. Since you're no help to her in her career, all you would do is tie her down, and it's therefore ideal for you to divorce her sooner."Frank smiled bitterly. "Is this what Helen thinks, or is that what you think?"Gina glowered. "This is what every member of my family thinks. Henry may have arranged this marriage between you and Helen, but we've been kind to you as you freeloaded from us over the last three years. Sign this if you know what's good for you."Frank inhaled deeply.For
As Frank strode out of Lane Manor, he turned to look at the place he lived at for three years.He had come here all alone and now left empty-handed.Just then, a Rolls-Royce sped toward him from a distance, stopping just beside him. The door opened, and a middle-aged man dressed sharply in a suit alighted, grinning broadly as he jogged up to Frank. "Mr. Lawrence…""What are you doing here?" Frank asked as he stared at the man—he was Trevor Zurich, the CEO of Trevor International. "I've recently partnered with your wife for a development project in West City, and I've come to discuss the details with her," Trevor admitted.Frank nodded but said, "There's no need for a discussion—Helen now has the Wesley family's backing and doesn't need ours, and she's no longer my wife.""What?!" Trevor exclaimed, flabbergasted. "What's going on?""Helen and I got divorced," Frank admitted. "From now on, there's no connection between myself and the Lanes."Then, turning toward Trevor and gen